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Post by `camilla kae malang on Jun 9, 2009 21:09:17 GMT -5
---- Camilla woke up quite excited - it was finally warm enough to go to the beach; she'd been looking forward to it all winter. Her mother had just bought her a new bathing suit and everything; a plaid top that tied in the front and hot pink bottoms. She wasn't planning on wearing only the bottoms; she had bought jean shorts that didn't chafe while wet just for that purpose. she pinched her thighs and grimaced. "Little miss thunder thighs," she muttered to herself,reliving the criticism her grandmother had piled on her from the time she was ten years old. Camilla had never thought she was anything but beautiful growing up; despite Lani's neglect, she had still encouraged her daughter and told her she was gorgeous every day. But when Lani left and Camilla was left alone with Grandma, everything changed. Camilla closed her eyes and heard her grandmothers voice like she was standing right in front of her. "You're looking kind of big, Cammy. Maybe you should lay off the pizza. You're breaking out, Cammy. Cammy, you need to start eating healthy before you get even fatter," Camilla mimicked in a high-pitched sing-song voice. "Whatever," she muttered, getting out of bed.
The house seemed more like a trash dump than an apartment that morning. Camilla assumed Javi'd had a party the night before she'd got home. She wasn't sure how she hadn't noticed this hurricane of trash the night before when she'd gotten home from Cassie's house, but she didn't dwell on it for long. She stepped over a shockingly large beer stain (or pee stain, from the smell it was giving off) and made her way into the kitchen, rubbing her hair and yawning. She wasn't dressed up at all; just a pair of baggy sweatpants and a tank top, so she was rightly shocked by the little twit sitting at her kitchen table. "Who are you?" she asked, wrinkling her nose as she kicked a pair of boxers to the side. She opened the fridge and pulled a bottle of milk from the shelf.
"I'm Javi's girlfriend," she said, raising her eyebrows.
Camilla had to hold herself back from giggling. Did the girl think she was Javi's fucktoy or something? "Oh, really? Really." She rolled her eyes and poured half a glass of milk and stood at the counter, leaning one elbow against the cheap countertop. She left the almost empty glass on the counter and left the kitchen, slowly picking her way through the living room. It was littered with people, and clothes, and trash, and beer bottles, and cigarette butts. Camilla was hoping that the people were just sleeping, and not dead like they appeared to be.
Once she was in the safety of her room, she stripped down to her underwear and started getting ready; even though she was just going to the beach, she found it necessary to fix her hair and do her makeup. It took her a while; she didn't want to show up looking all funky, while she was almost positive that there were going to be other, prettier, girls at the beach. When she was done with her makeup, she started the long process of getting dressed. It was always quite complicated to change into a bathing suit living with a guy; the lock on her door was busted, and she hadn't persuaded Javi that knocking was best just yet. So first she had to peek out of the doorway, checking for anyone just waking up that could mistake her room for the bathroom. There wasn't anyone in the hallway; so she quickly pulled of her bra and tied the bathing suit top around herself. She took a quick glance in the mirror to be sure everything was in place and checked the hallway again. It was clear; so she changed into her bottoms and pulled on her shorts. She couldn't help but smile as she looked at herself in the mirror; she was feeling quite confident. As an afterthought she slipped on a pair of flipflops and grabbed her cell-phone and a towel.
It was times like this that Camilla wished she had a car. Walking got tiring; she didn't walk as a hobby anymore now that she'd learned to steal cars. She didn't want to go through the trouble today, though, just for a trip to the beach. It wasn't that far of a walk and she didn't want to get arrested. It was quite hot, though, and the sweat was already starting to drip down her back. Her hair was frizzing up, but she knew her makeup was staying in place - Lani had bought her really good waterproof eyeliner for Christmas. She was happy there was one less thing to worry about the heat messing up. Now she was glad she's opted out of wearing a shirt; she probably would of just took it off and left it on a bench or something.
Soon she arrived at the beach. She grinned a little - the beach was her favorite place, with all the whit sand and the waves and all that. Everything about it just sucked her in and made her want to stay there forever. She half-heartedly contemplated spending the night there; it would be nice to wake up to waves and not ... you know, trash and hoes. Of course, sleeping on sand would be quite uncomfortable. She discovered a relatively sunny spot that wasn't completely crowded, and spread her towel out. She hated this part the most; she felt like everyone was watching her as she unbuttoned her shorts and tugged them down. She looked around furtively from behind the curtain of her hair and lay down gently, stretching out her legs and pushing her hair out of her face. She wished she had thought to bring sunglasses; the sun was shining directly into her face and everytime she looked away, she saw bright spots of color. She closed her eyes tentatively, almost waiting for someone to run up and shoot her. The star tattoo on her thigh that proclaimed her gang was quite obvious; but maybe the people up here didn't know about that stuff. Maybe everything would be fine. She cracked open one eye, looking around and checking for anyone that looked like they would have a gun. Seeing that everyone was much more focused on tanning and swimming and such, Camilla relaxed and focused on the relaxing heat of summer.
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Post by Gavin Harlow on Jun 10, 2009 12:50:51 GMT -5
Gavin stepped out of his house, locking it carefully behind him. It was a very large house, knowing the popularity of his family. He knew there were back-up locks and alarms and such, but unlike some other members of his family, he never neglected to lock up. The sun beat down on him the moment he exited, and he almost wished that it wasn't that hot. He was dressed in a pair of shorts that hit him at the knee, as well as a plain grey t-shirt that fit snugly, but not tight. It was still hot in that, but he refused to go to the lengths of stripping down further. He was, however, worried about having the desire for a drink of water, so he went back into his house to grab a bottle before being forced to steal one. The hardwood floors squeaked under his shoes, and every footfall echoed. He finally got to the fridge and opened the door as he grabbed a water bottle. It was freezing to the touch, but it was only due to comparison.
He left again and locked up. His house was too neat, he sometimes just wanted to throw a party while his parents were away in some random country and blame it on his impulse. However, he hadn't gotten the guts to do it, and it wasn't because he was chicken. No, it was because he had more respect for his little sister than that. Even if he somehow persuaded her to spend the night at some friend's house and locked up her room, he would absolutely hate it if someone still managed to get in there and use her stuff, or even just have sex on her bed. No, he couldn't do that to her. Gavin wouldn't be surprised if perhaps Oliver had done that at some point, but if he had, Gavin was completely ignorant and Oliver was a hell of a clean-upper.
By the time Gavin got three blocks away, sweat was dripping down the back of his neck and was breaking out on his forehead. He could see the feet of people walking by, but refused to look up. It was too hot, too many people stripped down to barely anything. He knew himself too well to even try to steal a glance at the people walking by. All he was trying to do was go to the local beer store and grab a few beers for a party he was planning on attending later. Sure, he was only seventeen, but when your dad is the owner of the island you're living on, you're bound to get nice little priveleges such as this. Parties were the only place where he didn't worry as much about his little impulse - at parties everyone let loose, and he hardly stood out when he acted on desire. Everyone did when they were drunk.
One more block, and he was truly wishing he had taken the car. He was now passing the beach, and the sounds of chatter and laughing quickly filled his ears while the smell of salt water quickly hit him. He knew he shouldn't look up, but he always had a weakness for the ocean. He assumed if he looked just under his eyelashes that people wouldn't be in view, and he'd just see the shoreline. Gavin was mistaken, however, for when he did so, he realized he was on the boardwalk and that where he was looking was the low side of the beach. Hardly anyone was where he was looking, but the one person that Gavin's brown eyes landed on made him wish that he hadn't looked over at all. She was sexy, and Gavin's impulse fired up.
"No, no, no," he muttered to himself as he felt his feet change direction and he began to walk on the uneven surface of sand. He didn't want to go over and talk to her, he just wanted to get his beer and go home until he could head out to the party. Gavin couldn't ever remember seeing this girl before. She had beautiful raven hair and a body that obviously made him wish he had never looked. When he got right next to her and unwillingly sat next to her on the hot sand, he could see her face was just as nice as the rest of her. Closing his eyes momentarily, he couldn't help but greet her lamely with, "Hey." |
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Post by `camilla kae malang on Jun 10, 2009 14:34:14 GMT -5
---- "Uuuuugh," Camilla stretched out, pulling her hair away from her neck and scratching a fresh mosquito bite on her stomach. Summer was the worst for those sorts of things, all the mosquitoes and the sweat. Camilla wrinkled her nose and swatted a bug away from her thigh. She hated bugs; and much more so, she hated bug bites that itched. Because then she would have to scratch them constantly until they bled; and then she would scratch them some more until it got infected. She'd done that lots when she was a little girl; mosquitoes could always find their way to hard-to-reach places on her body, no matter how many blankets she wrapped around herself. But at least now she always had something to put on them to relieve their itchiness, whether it was candle wax or deodorant.
Camilla heard someone walking, and sat up instantly. She half-expected to see a mean, evil-looking guy with a gun or whatever, come to kill her, but instead she saw a normal guy, staring at her. She was immediately self-conscious; she now remembered why she was supposed to keep the shorts on. She eyed her thighs, picking out the little ingrown hairs and tiny, thin stretch marks. She pulled her knees to her chest and looked at him as he approached her. He was quite attractive; not the usual guy she dated, but not ugly either. And maybe it was time for a change. She furrowed her brow; remembering how the guys she lived by treated girls. Maybe normal guys were better. Even if they were all gung-ho about that family crap. Camilla, personally, found it irritating - the families were fighting over an island, jesus' sake. She didn't understand it. Even though, of course, her people fought over, you know, neighborhoods.
Soon, the guys was standing right in front of her. Camilla looked up, shading her eyes rom the bright sun. "Hey," he said. Camilla smiled a tiny bit, and replied with, "Hi." She wasn't sure what else to say; where she was from, guys came up saying stuff like, wanna hook up? not, hey. She was used to turning them down, or if she liked them, flirting back, but she wasn't sure how to react to this new phenomenon. "Um .... would you like to, uh, sit?" She slid over to the side, leaving a large portion of the towel free, although coated with a thin layer of sand. She reached to the side and picked up her shorts, laying them over her legs. It was quite uncomfortable; the denim had gotten quite warm in the sun and picked up quite a bit of sand, which was now coating her thighs. The little metal apparatuses were pressing into her skin, and she was almost positive that there were going to be tiny burns where they touched her.
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